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How many times must I remind myself that no one will bother to understand me unless what I am saying involves them. This is not a question but a statement. The answer is obvious. It stares me in the face each and every time. But I give people the chance to disappoint me. And they never fail. I believe them when they say they consider me their friend. Maybe it is me who doesn’t understand their meaning of friend – someone who listens to their banter; someone who they can call on to help them; someone who they can use as a sounding board. Well, now I am getting the hang of your meaning of the word friend. Sadly, it does not really fit my definition so a dilemma we seem to have. But it is not a big deal, really. I will let you go your merry way, and I will go mine. After today, I am shutting you out.